*~* Secret ♥ Fear *~*
05-03-2013, 01:26 AM
Icy blue oculars would remain shut, they saw everything and nothing all at once. Her legs would twitch violently, haphazardly as her body lay flat and complacent upon the earth. She was a demon, a wicked creature wrought from pain and pleasure, the foulest of succubus. Her entire life had been a violent twister of hatred, sexual pleasure, and a fierce indulgence in narcotics. Pain and pleasure they were both realms that had constantly smashed together in Luce's world. A fierce kaleidoscope of sin, twining with everything and nothing. She had fought for her own pleasures, her own survival. The drugs had been a way of coping, a way of life. The drugs took away her rational thought, fueled her with twisted malice, seduction and aggression. They were her forbidden fruit, her apple of Eden... and then of course she had been felled. One would think a beast like her would be destroyed by tooth and claw, a stray bullet, a stake, something filled with blood and pain and agony and death. Staining her coat of liquid silver to a fierce crimson, revealing for the first time ever, the wickedness that had never truly vacated her twisted soul, etched into her by humans... but no. No such hero, no such blade, no such bullet had brought about her utter destruction. It was not beauty that claimed the monster, for Luce was beauty, the very definition of the coined phrase feminine seduction. She was damn near impossible to resist and simply divine in a realm of temptation. She was lust given a physical form. A deadly, lovely succubus... or at least she had been, until she had been stricken down like a fallen king or the walls of Jericho. The monstrosity lay rotting in the darkened depths of her soul. Its corpse decayed and putrid, infested with maggots and its gaping, soulless body left abandoned. No Luce had needed no hero to slay her, all that had been required was a young male, a pup scarcely one, no less. A tiny ball of spitfire and fur who had reminded her so much of the neglect and the abuse she had received as a pup. It had begun as sick and twisted as it always did, a foul twist to seal her fate and earn her a permanent rank in Tortuga's pack. She had used her body, her slippery lies, to lure the creature too her, but then he had bellowed out she was perfect, he had bellowed out that he loved her and suddenly the game shifted, the table turned. The demon recoiled, afraid and in shock, it screamed and it demanded the poppies, it demanded the numbness, it clawed and scratched and screamed and for the first time Luce had ignored it, because no one had ever cared for her before. She was Neo's slave, God forbid he ever discover that tiny fact. he didn't know it, but he healed her, he brought her everything she had never had, he made her better and slowly but surely the monstrous version of herself vanished. The poppies no longer held that swing song, that soft call of temptation. She wanted no stranger to mount and lay siege to her body, she only wished to protect him, to keep him safe, if she died knowing he was happy, her life would be fulfilled. Neo had so quickly, so violently, become everything to her, and the boy didn't know it, or perhaps now he did. The first sense that returned to her was taste. The foul taste of iron flooded her tongue and her long, slender legs, moved to brush her maw, as if to wipe the taste away, the coppery tang of iron penetrated her nose and fuzzy voice tried to decipher themselves within the shell of her ear. The dame would groan, her throat dry and miserable as she realized the sudden lack of moisture, her bodice quivering slightly as she was suddenly stricken by how cold she was. Finally icy audits slid open, peering into the utter blackness of her den and with a troubled groan she attempted to drag her limbs beneath her. She froze as she realized she wasn't alone. her brightly hued eyes drifting between the two. 'Who are you and what are you doing in my den?" Her voice was groggy and unsteady, but suddenly she remembered, it hit her like a ton of bricks, why she had attempted to die, to rejoin all of those who had done her wrong and suddenly it didn't matter anymore who these souls were or why they were here. A sob would rip from her larynx, and her maw would bury itself in the dark ones chest, her body wracking with tears and whimpered cries. 'He's gone... he's gone..." She would babble aimlessly. She wasn't showing yet, but she was pregnant and she would have to raise her pups alone. Without a father, and she couldn't do it, she wasn't good enough, they would be tainted by her, she knew. Speech, |
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